I see the two of them.
They lie on the back seat of his car.
It is night time, very late.
Soon he will have to take her home.
On the dashboard, a can of coke
Mixed with rum. Moonlight
Lifts his face out of darkness.
The man turns his whole body to her,
In a rush of need,
Covers her like a mountain,
pours himself into her
Once, twice, many times.
She feels an odd boredom
Being rocked and rolled about,
And turns her head to the window,
Wide open, filled with dark things,
and nearby a large and silent cow,
which she watches as she waits
for the storm to pass through her.